This is a song about "Rims"

My ride old but my rims new,

And no nigga gon love you

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Silicone bitches got the confidence

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Rims, henny, and reminisce

And i got mad love to give